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Sky Yang Feb 3
even if you were to meet a
bitter fate i would sputter a short
loaded laugh and say you
deserved it

but first lemme meet you face to face
get to **** with your ***** habits xan cigarettes plastic hoes and all that ****
all you front and all you back

cant say i'd love you even after all this
cant say i still love you even as i write this
cant say i loved you.

but lemme be there with you at the last curtain call

lemme be there with you when you take the fall

that is, if you
hope ya learn to be a better human at 20, cutie
its weird im attached in a way that even if u meet ur demise im okay as long as im there close enough to feel your warm blood splattering all over my skin. feel your last gasping breath next to my ear feel the hair rise on my neck so close that they poke you in the eye and im the one to close your eyes cross ur arms over ur chest when youre gone when the lights behind ur eyes flicker out for the last time id have usen it to light a cigarette. plant it between your cold lips. if thats gonna be me im okay even if you die. because youre kind if evil. even though i love you. kind of evil. nasty.
Sky Yang Feb 3
riding these soundwaves
on an
orange cloud

fat brick
cause i iced up my insides
cant let the vvs show
fore the lights die

many mumble melody
making rh-ymes with my feet
eminem valid *** cant compete

let these words dissipate
into sea and
into the city-scape

4AM soul surfin
deprived and depraved but not yet defiled

ay, bet

wore orange specs to my sleep
had these wild dreams
of drowning in honey
while someone sang lo fidel "creep"

stuck on IG and FB till my hands start to smell like feet wrists feel like knees and arms feel more iced than antarctic sea
(wRONG, that's heresy)

***** on my sweater lookin more worth than supreme

like macallan m-N O P

lemme hear you nope times 3
nope nope nope

sucker upper punch cut me someone

please
its 5am and im in a phase idk
  Jan 27 Sky Yang
distractedpen
Do I make sense?
I’m speaking but
Can you hear me?

It seems like I’m speaking silence
I suppose I am since, wait--
Do I make sense?

My words are easily misinterpreted
Even now, you’re listening but
Can you hear me?

Tangled tangents taken
From the context of my mind
Do I make sense?

I don’t. Of course the sound waves are reaching you
Still, I have to ask again to be sure
Can you hear me?

L’appel du vide is all I hear
I want to know you’re not the same
Do I make sense?
Can you hear me?
even i didn't understand what this poem was supposed to mean for a while. it took me about a month to realize why i wrote it.
Sky Yang Jan 24
has anyone ever told you that your voice
exacerbates the past

your voice gnaws at the edge of my soul
as if my soul is a tough, stale gingerbread cookie that still tastes somewhat? okay

your voice has the appearance of a soft kiss on the forehead at dusk before i scurry back in to have supper, smiling to myself

your voice has the appearance of braids and freckles on a goofy, smiling face and sun dresses on my funny little body

it aches
but that's somewhat? okay
Bedroom- We All Need Something
Sky Yang Jan 24
do not overthink,
(said the Over-thinker)

close your eyes
and see

shut out all sounds
and listen closely

reach out, grab it, tumble
into it, collide with your
fullest body and lick it, taste it
with your soul until it too,
can taste you

so be *****-- let the tender flesh of your mind
be cold and exposed to it

give yourself to it, and it will give itself to you
this is why i can't see paintings at museums they'd kick me out lmaoo
Sky Yang Jan 24
sighs into mic*

i'm sorry
i don't know about you but
i don't think i could ever
love democracy
as fully
as wholly
as someone who once knew life without it.

like an immigrant.
Sky Yang Jan 24
i was born in the act of falling,
the feeling of flight interlaced
with skin as tender as dawn,
a soft rippling of the face in the salty wind
as we become children of the sea
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